On all sides we're fighting all the timeAnd there is no escapeWe all make it that waySocial grace hides jealousy and hateOf what we may achieveOr believe in or praiseSometimes it makes me feel likeDying, dying'Cause dead men don't careSoldier, hey! SoldierYou don't have to chooseTo win or lose, it's the sameSoldier, hey! SoldierEverywhere I turnNo-one will learnIt's a gameOnly strong men can survive for longAgainst all odds it seemsAnd the schemes that we makeAll men must return once more to dustThen realise too lateAll the hate was in vainSometimes it's hard to keep onFighting, fightingAnd playing these gamesSoldier... Etc